I saw a couple of these photos on another website and they’re heartbreaking. They’re a reminder of how the United States violated its own citizens human rights. They show families and children forced out of their homes and communities. These photos offer a window into the current fears that some Americans are experiencing. The whole collection can be viewed online thanks to the University of California.
It’s not snowing. There’s no chance. It’s in the 50’s. And yet, I have this feeling that we could be home bound, secluded, the impression of an encompassing silence surrounding the world, our world.
And that world will be broadened with the birth of our daughter. It could happen any time now. We could wake up tomorrow and she may be born. We will return to our house. Hold her tight and let the world continue on without us for a few weeks.
My last departure from social media lasted a whole twenty-four hours. This time, I plan take a more extended break, assuming I can fight back the tiny endorphin release of seeing likes and notifications. However, I don’t want to completely lose touch with friends. So, if you feel like getting occassional emails from me about books, family, life in Arkansas, and whatever else comes along, sign-up. I’ll still post some things to my blog, but I’d like these emails to be geared more for friends and not any random person on the Internet.
Taking a break from social media. Email me. Call me. Say hi, in person. ∞
I’m on page 158 of 285 and will be trying to share some thoughts on the novel without spoiling anything for other readers. Picked up this novel as part of Bryan’s online book club.
Snow Crash. In terms of character, Hiro Protagonist is far more flamboyant than Hwa (the main character of Company Town); but, both share kickass martial arts skill, get sucked into an adventure / mystery bigger than they realize, and live in a nearish future dominated by corporations.
Gene manipulation and body augmentation are mainstream. Technology is woven into people’s bodies so that they can communicate and be monitored by devices. The internet of things meets the internet of organic. Urban engineering allows a whole city to be optimized for a desired effect in the population. Food scarcity is a theme. Dependence on fossil fuels with hope for a new energy source. Reference to the singularity and powerful AI manipulating the present. Are they from the future or in the present?
Quick pacing. The plot is engaging and picks up when a character is murdered. Character of Hwa is great. She’s an outcast and totally organic. Has no augments or gene manipulation. Distrustful of authority. Quickly takes offense. Suffers from a condition that stained the skin on one side of her body and makes video feeds unable to read her face.
I recently read Annie Proulx’s Barkskins, which starts in the 1700’s and spans into our present time. It’s about the logging industry, specifically the deforestation of North America. I enjoy how Madeline Ashby takes the concept of the company town, something I associate with the past and industries like logging and mining, and moves it out into the future. The company town is always a scam. But, in Company Town, it’s more insidious. The population feels ownership, but their entire town is purchased. And for the company, Lynch Ltd. it’s a captive market. They can sell their wares from other aspects of their empire, but they are also able to perform market research and testing. How valuable is that?
“Can we blame the child for resenting the fantasy of largeness? Big, soft arms and deep voices in the dark saying, “Tell Papa, tell Mama, and we’ll make it right.” The child, screaming for refuge, senses how feeble a shelter the twig hut of grown-up awareness is. The claim strength, these parents, and complete sanctuary, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.
Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites.
We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears and getting a lollipop or toy bear’s worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skulls for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.” p. 105-196, Geek Love ∞